Earlier this week, I wrote about a time when my greatest fear was losing the use of my eyes or my hands. I recounted how I came to terms with that fear, but lately I’ve become aware of a new fear that is lurking around the edges of my consciousness.
Aunt Fay sent me an e-mail with this picture and the following scripture. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Psalm 91:4 It reminded me of a section of my book, [...]
Today is David’s 64th birthday. It’s also the 12th anniversary of the day he gave me my engagement ring. I met David in the fall of 1999 through a Yahoo personal ad. It’s a long story, and you can read the whole thing in my book if and when it gets published. For now, I’m [...]
The other day I was talking to a friend whose husband is out of work. He’s looking, but with kids in school, her job, and only one car, it’s really difficult. It took me back a few years, or a few decades, or half a century to when I got my first job and the [...]
I have a guest blogger today. On the way to lunch, my husband David shared with me that he was writing a piece on his favorite subject, money. When he admitted that he didn’t have any real plans for it once he was finished, I offered him a guest spot here. So here are some [...]
Charles Attaway died October 22 and was buried October 25. I wrote this post the following week and submitted it to women’s site. I haven’t heard back from them, and tomorrow is his wife’s birthday, so Penny, this one’s for you.
Tomorrow is Mom and Dad’s 71st anniversary. In honor of the occasion, I’m posting a couple of excerpts from some of my previous writings. The first selection is from my book, A Long and Winding Road, RVing with Mom and Dad, and talks about the beginning of their love affair. The second is from a [...]
Everybody likes to get gifts, right? Not always. There was a Christmas twenty plus years ago when I turned down what would probably have been the nicest gift under my tree that year.
Christian recently blogged about the agonies of turning 40, and being the understanding mother that I am, I commented that getting old is not for sissies. David and I had an up close and personal experience with that yesterday.
I cut David’s hair yesterday. He tried several times during the week to get it cut, but there was always a line, and he doesn’t like to wait. While we were brushing our teeth, I took a look at his curling locks and made him an offer.
